By Harry Calhoun
In any afternoon there is the chance
of a nova
and you know how it looks
and how it sounds and how it tastes.
The ice cream and the light show
of the universe are yours
because you are a freak.
And the sunshine causes seizures
and the left eye fractures
into splintered light triangles,
painful little migraines
Don’t shoot, clutch memory
like a silk purse of stars,
there is the defiant chance
of a nova, the smack on your lips
of ice cream, the morning shot
of tequila, the light show.
Be brave, it is scary, it is you.